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school days, school days ...
Mar. 25th, 2012 01:08 amToday, we got the official notice as to which elementary school Z. was assigned. It was one of our three preferred schools, but the one we ranked third.
( Have I described school choice? )
Now, I know how I can be about stuff like this, so we went into this process with the plan to find three or four schools we liked pretty much equally, so that as long as we got one of them, we wouldn't be upset or worried. We ranked them, more or less, on distance from the house because every school seemed to have the same basic programs and such.
Still, though, we were both a little weird when we found Z. was assigned to our third choice school. Despite the fact that we liked it. Despite the fact that, in our notes, we wrote how awesome the art and music rooms were, how we liked the classrooms, and so on.
This idiotic ranking scheme threw us off. We forgot that #1 was not #1, it was just one out of three.
Thankfully, my friend K., who has lived here forever and whose mother knows everyone in town, has been very vocal in her love for this school, so when I texted her she sent me all sorts of excited replies. And slowly, perspective began to reassert itself. (Though we're both still annoyed that, even with the stupid location weight in our favor, Z wasn't assigned to the school that is, literally, two minutes down the road. He was, in fact, assigned to the farthest school from us, out of those three.)
Apparently there is a waiting list for each school. Z is 6th on the list for our first ranked school. Scott and I talked about it, and if they call us about a vacancy in the next month or so, we'd probably take it--two minutes from the house would trump all--but if it's later on and he's all prepared to go to this school, has been to orientation, or is (not kidding) two weeks into the school year, we're going to say no thanks.
And of course we get the letter on the day we buy and set up the big boy bed. Because I need to be beaten over the head with the fact that my kid id growing up.
( Have I described school choice? )
Now, I know how I can be about stuff like this, so we went into this process with the plan to find three or four schools we liked pretty much equally, so that as long as we got one of them, we wouldn't be upset or worried. We ranked them, more or less, on distance from the house because every school seemed to have the same basic programs and such.
Still, though, we were both a little weird when we found Z. was assigned to our third choice school. Despite the fact that we liked it. Despite the fact that, in our notes, we wrote how awesome the art and music rooms were, how we liked the classrooms, and so on.
This idiotic ranking scheme threw us off. We forgot that #1 was not #1, it was just one out of three.
Thankfully, my friend K., who has lived here forever and whose mother knows everyone in town, has been very vocal in her love for this school, so when I texted her she sent me all sorts of excited replies. And slowly, perspective began to reassert itself. (Though we're both still annoyed that, even with the stupid location weight in our favor, Z wasn't assigned to the school that is, literally, two minutes down the road. He was, in fact, assigned to the farthest school from us, out of those three.)
Apparently there is a waiting list for each school. Z is 6th on the list for our first ranked school. Scott and I talked about it, and if they call us about a vacancy in the next month or so, we'd probably take it--two minutes from the house would trump all--but if it's later on and he's all prepared to go to this school, has been to orientation, or is (not kidding) two weeks into the school year, we're going to say no thanks.
And of course we get the letter on the day we buy and set up the big boy bed. Because I need to be beaten over the head with the fact that my kid id growing up.
